Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Demonized Items
At dusk, the Duke continued to light a fire and roasted the leftover small wild boar to warm it up a bit.
After heating it up, the Duke cut a small piece of the boar at with a dagger and went to Vivian, preparing to feed her again.
Vivian’s eyelids fluttered slightly, sensing sothing, and she quickly opened her eyes and said, "I... I can eat myself..."
At this mont, Vivian seed like a startled little rabbit, looking a bit flustered.
Unlike her usual image as a Female Knight, she now resembled a girl-next-door.
The Duke awkwardly scratched his head, then handed the at to Vivian, who accepted it and began eating slowly.
Afterwards, the Duke continued to cut the small wild boar’s at with a dagger and handed it to Vivian.
The whole process was silent; neither of them spoke, and Vivian did not dare to look at the Duke.
Vivian noticed the clothes she was wearing and realized she was in a vacuum state inside, understanding that the Duke had already seen everything. She felt even more shy, her face reddening like a ripe apple.
It was then that the Duke noticed that Vivian in armor and out of armor appeared to be almost two different people, giving off a completely different impression.
After a while, just as the Duke was about to hand over more at, Vivian softly said, "I’m... I’m full. You eat. Thank you..."
The Duke, also feeling hungry, did not hesitate and began eating himself.
Vivian touched the herbs on her belly and looked at her right leg, which was bound with sticks and treated with dicine, feeling a bit moved in her heart.
She was aware of the situation at that ti, and it was indeed rare for the Duke to carry her instead of fleeing alone.
If not for the Duke, Vivian would not have survived till now, nor would she have received such ticulous care.
The Duke did not think too much about it; Vivian had helped him, so he wanted to save her, pure and simple.
If Vivian hadn’t chopped off the Two-headed ogre’s head, the Duke would never have escaped.
After eating, the Duke pulled so herbs from the surroundings, chewed them, and placed them on a broad leaf, saying, "Let
change your dressing."
"Ah... I’ll do it myself." Vivian, like a startled rabbit again, seed to think of sothing and beca shy.
"You can’t even sit up conveniently now; several ribs are broken, and your leg dressing needs changing, which you can’t reach. Just lie there, I’ll do it." The Duke spoke with sound reasoning, in a tone that left no room for dispute.
To his surprise, Vivian didn’t argue, rely replied with a soft "mm" and lay down, turning her head to the side, her face flushed red.
The Duke gently rolled up Vivian’s clothes, stopping at a certain point, then carefully scraped away the herbs from her abdon and applied fresh ones.
While applying the herbs, his fingers inevitably brushed against Vivian’s skin.
The Duke could feel the young girl’s body trembling slightly but had no choice but to push through and finish applying the dicine.
Next was her right foot; the Duke cautiously rolled up Vivian’s pant leg, revealing her fair, slender, and rounded long leg.
After carefully removing the sticks, he held her foot, gently scraped off the herbs, washed it with clean water, re-applied the herbs, and secured it with the sticks.
Vivian remained silent throughout the entire process, eventually closing her eyes out of shyness, tightly gripping the edge of her clothes with her hand, her toes occasionally tensing up uncontrollably.
After changing Vivian’s dressing, the Duke sat nearby to continue practicing; neither of them spoke, only their breaths could be heard.
After a while, Vivian asked, "What was that golden light on you before?"
During the battle with the Two-headed ogre, Vivian had noticed it, but the situation was urgent then, and there was no ti to ask.
"It was this." The Duke raised his hand, showing the brass ring.
"You actually have a Demonized Item," Vivian said, a bit surprised.
"Is this thing called a Demonized Item?" The Duke was hearing the na for the first ti.
Vivian said, "Demonized Items are things left by Wizards, imbued with spells enchanted by Wizards, usually only usable by Wizards."
"But I’m not a Wizard," said the Duke, puzzled.
Vivian explained, "If a person has the qualities of a Wizard, they too can activate Demonized Items through their own Spiritual Power; my father is like that."
"Your father... the Earl." The Duke thought of sothing.
Recollecting what the Minstrel had said before, that Earl Hardy had a Red Glove capable of causing deadly bursts among nearby people, it seed that Red Glove was an attack-type Demonized Item.
"I see, perhaps I should have told you about this earlier. If I had known about the brass ring, it would have been much easier dealing with that ogre," the Duke recalled the hard-fought battle, feeling it was a pity.
But what happened had happened, and there was no way to change it.
Vivian shook her head, "It’s no use; I can’t use it. Do you know why I so want to beco a Great Knight?"
"Isn’t it to get stronger?" The Duke asked.
"It’s not just because becoming a Great Knight makes you stronger; more importantly, once I’ve practiced the Giant Whale Breathing Technique to the ninth level, my Spiritual Power will increase a bit, and by then, I’ll have the qualifications to beco a Wizard."
"My Spiritual Power is not far away from crossing the threshold to becoming a Wizard," said Vivian.
Vivian couldn’t provide an exact value, but the Duke, thinking of his own experience, guessed that the threshold must be around seven sothing.
A normal person’s Spiritual Power level is five, and Vivian was probably around seven, just a tiny bit shy.
"Can you tell
more about Wizards? Isn’t the Earl a Wizard?" The Duke asked.
After learning about the existence of Wizards, he had developed so fascination with them.
Having witnessed the Magic Power of the Two-headed ogre, the Duke’s desire to pursue the path of Wizards grew even stronger.
Since Extraordinary Power existed in this world, and he also possessed the appropriate qualifications, he wanted to harness Extraordinary Power, to tread the extraordinary path, breaking free from the mortal cycle of life and death.
"Father is not a Wizard; he just worked for a Wizard in his youth and thus knows a bit about these things. According to my father, that Red Glove was rely an unsatisfactory experint discarded by the Wizard and given to him as a reward..."
Vivian then talked with the Duke about many things, and the conversation between them gradually opened up, no longer as awkward as before.
The Duke learned that there indeed were Wizards in this world, but they were extrely rare.
The Vera Kingdom was situated on the Florence Continent, where Wizards were very rare and hard to co by.
Even if they did exist, common folk could not encounter such beings, nor find out about the existence of Wizards.
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